A Winner

And the Winner is...

Girl for a Weekend

Sam felt like partying. His luck had finally changed when he met the witch that offered him three wishes. At first he thought it was a joke so he wished for money. Lots of money. The witch handed him a dollar to buy a lottery ticket. Sam won. The joke turned serious as a heart attack in an instant.

Now that Sam knew he had a real two wishes remaining he wanted to focus on what he wanted most. He always wanted to know what it was like to be a girl for a day, maybe a weekend. With a mischievous grin he looked up, returning from his thoughts, and said to the witch, “I want to be a girl, a happy girl.” And so it was. Sam turned into Helen in an instant and started dancing in the street.

Sam had the best weekend of his life as Helen. Now it was time to go back to his old life. The witch just smiled when Sam asked for his last wish to be returned to his own body. “Oh, honey,” the witch said. “You already used your three wishes.” “No, I didn’t,” Sam shot back. “Oh yes, you did,” the witch smiled. “You asked for money, then to be a girl, and last to be a happy girl.” Sam remembered stuttering out the words, but… The witch cupped Sam’s chin in her hand. “You better get used to living as Helen.” 

Vortexes or Vortices: You're Still a Girl

People forgot about the vortex risk when months go by without an incident. Men wander far away from shielded areas even though the risks are well documented: if hit by a vortex, men transformed into women. Alex, like most men, took no heed of the vortex problem. Out of sight, out of mind.

Alex felt the vortex risk was small and he was right. Vortexes coming out of space are rare and when they strike only a small number of men are affected. Alex grew tired of living in the shielded part of his home. He wanted to take his girlfriend, Beth, out on the town. And so he did.

Alex took Beth to the nightclub and enjoyed an evening of friends, dance and drink. Alex, Beth and their friends left at closing. In the parking lot people started looking up at the sky pointing to a blue glowing light growing larger each second. Someone yelled, “VORTEX!” The men started to scramble. This part of town has no shielded shelters so the men were defenseless.

Alex knew there was nothing he could do. He held Beth’s hand and watched as the vortex sped closer. It was clear the vortex was very small as it approached. It moved so fast it was impossible to calculate a move out of the way. Alex looked down and closed his eyes. He heard a hum as the vortex raced by. A gasp went up from the crowd. Alex opened his eyes to see everyone looking at him, Beth still holding his hands. Alex was the only victim.

Beth hurried Alex home and reported the vortex incident. Alex was given a new identity immediately. Beth printed out his new papers with his name: Rhonda. Alex looked at Beth and said, “Will you still love now that I’m a girl?” Beth smiled and kissed her best friend passionately, then said, “What do you think?”

Lottery Ticket

Cindy is one happy girl. Six weeks ago he entered a lottery for a complete package at TG Incorporated and won. Martin entered the lottery and Cindy is the happy result. TG Incorporated felt the lottery would be a great tool to market their services. People without enough money for a complete package had nothing to lose by entering the lottery. Each ticket was only a dollar.

When the winning number was announced Martin was in disbelief. He won! Without a moment’s hesitation he ran to the nearest TG Incorporated office to cash in his winning ticket. The results were fantastic. He loves his body; he loved his new name: Cindy.

Martin spends a lot of time looking at himself. He is in awe at how he looks. He is also famous. As the winner of the lottery he has received a lot of media coverage. TG Incorporated required the winner to promote the company for three years. As Cindy, Martin is more than happy to. He is easily one of the most beautiful women alive. He has a new date every night, a new body, lots of money from the TG Incorporated promotion contract, and the life he has always wanted. Look into his eyes and tell me he isn’t a winner.

The Best Doctor Whoever Lived

She was a prodigy. No one in history had her talent to manipulate the human body into any form. Dr. Carla Bevers used her skills helping men become the woman they want to be. All she needs is two weeks. After that even a doctor could not tell the subject was ever male without a DNA test and in six weeks the DNA test would also say girl. Dr. Carla had a skill in high demand.

Once per year she accepted one pro bono case. She reviewed applications, looking for the most worthy man of having the rest of his life as a woman. The essay was all you had to convince Dr. Carla you needed a transformation.

Wally struggled his whole life with the wrong body. He wrote, and rewrote, his essay for weeks. When the deadline approached he decided to just share his struggle and how many essay he wrote until he decided to tell the truth. It worked! Dr. Carla called him and invited him to her retreat facility.

Two weeks later Brandy walked out of the facility. She gave a hug to Dr. Carla and thanked her for getting rid of Wally for her. Brandy enjoyed life now that she could wear a matching bra/panty set without budge worry. It felt so good actually being a woman.

Don’t you think you should start working on your essay?

Independence at Last

In the United States freedom rings loud around the 4^th of July, the American Independence Day. For decades small communities raised funds for their fire department with picnics over the summer, especially the 4^th of July. Beer put a lot of fire trucks on the road.

Drunken driving laws killed the picnics and the desperately needed funds. The picnics now only a fraction of their former size needed a way to draw either a crowd or at least donations. Fireworks shows drew crowds but not much money. Raffles were the last big money-maker for the fire departments and even that was dying.

With budget shortfalls and ideas exhausted, budget planners were willing to try anything. A proposal was made to raffle a full TG makeover to one lucky winner. To manage risk, a certain number of tickets would be sold before the raffle was live. Concerns were too few would be interested in such a raffle —how many guys really want to change gender for real?

When Alan heard about the raffle he opened his wallet wide, like many guys did. The fire department raised a record amount of money. The planners couldn’t believe how many tickets were sold. The park was filled to capacity for the drawing which means more beer was sold too. Alan clutched the wad of tickets in his fist. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wanted to win so badly.

A pretty girl in a red bikini reached her hand into the basket and pulled out the winning ticket. The announcer read the numbers slowly. When the final digit was called out Alan nearly fainted. He had the winning ticket!

The next day Alan was at the door of the TG Incorporated office with his certificate in hand for a full and permanent transition to the girl of his dreams. Take a look at Alan now that he is Connie. Don’t you agree, she is the cutest thing going? Don’t you wish you would have bought a ticket? It’s for a good cause.

A Girl for a Weekend

Sam felt like partying. His luck had finally changed when he met the witch that offered him three wishes. At first he thought it was a joke so he wished for money. Lots of money. The witch handed him a dollar to buy a lottery ticket. Sam won. The joke turned serious as a heart attack in an instant.

Now that Sam knew he had a real two wishes remaining he wanted to focus on what he wanted most. He always wanted to know what it was like to be a girl for a day, maybe a weekend. With a mischievous grin he looked up, returning from his thoughts, and said to the witch, “I want to be a girl, a happy girl.” And so it was. Sam turned into Helen in an instant and started dancing in the street.

Sam had the best weekend of his life as Helen. Now it was time to go back to his old life. The witch just smiled when Sam asked for his last wish to be returned to his own body. “Oh, honey,” the witch said. “You already used your three wishes.” “No, I didn’t,” Sam shot back. “Oh yes, you did,” the witch smiled. “You asked for money, then to be a girl, and last to be a happy girl.” Sam remembered stuttering out the words, but… The witch cupped Sam’s chin in her hand. “You better get used to living as Helen.”